Climb

Het doorzetten, opgeven en weer alle moed verzamelen waarin jij ook je handen inzet, liefs Krage
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I put my nails inside the bark
and look upon the height
Am I now ready to climb is what I ask myself each time
The fear of losing my grip
when I feel I’m getting blisters
Ever since I need to believe that these touches doesn’t damage
To arrive at the first branch
shouldn’t suppose to be a state of surrender
I’m ready when I want to retrieve
the view at the top that I remember
What is decisive to attempt?
This tree is losing its leafs
The season has changed the landscape
and I still wipe off dirt from my hands

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